Day 122 : Bewildering Budva

Trip Start Mar 23, 2010
Trip End Mar 23, 2011

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

After relocating to our 2nd campsite for the day (the first being a swampy grassland, used as a local car-park, where you were required to pay for use of the toilet) - we were very pleasantly surprised when we got to set-up our tents under the shade of kiwi, grape and lime trees. This was a trend we had come to notice in Montenegro, the use of fruit/vine plants (particularly grapes)  as natural shades, and something they do remarkably well. Functional, beautiful and tasty. 

Not only this, but the site also provided a gigantic grill, which we made full use of as only we know how - by cooking up some eggplant! (and other assorted vegetables). A great meal, and a few drinks into us, we were ready to hit the town. 

Another self-described party city, we can only say that the Budva nightlife is astonishing (but not in a good way). Totally over-dressed, yet under-dressed women (think short shiny vinyl dresses, leopard print, big hair, too much make-up) - it was like a XXX version of The Nanny  (but not in a good way). The only thing out-doing the women, were the men, with the designer jeans, slicked-back hair and even worst annoying chat than your favourite unmarried middle-aged Jew from Queens. Topping it all off was of course the pounding 90's Trance, Techno and other musical abominations in what is some of the most tacky clubs made by man (think mini eiffel towers, right next to saloon bars, and then all-white furniture clubs). All of these are open-air, and playing music so loudly it hurts from 10m's away. Used to the Berlin night-life, we didn't head out till 1:30am, quite fortunately, Budva has a curfew of 2. Maybe I'm starting to show my age (I've got plenty of grays to prove this according to Ann), but this was all a bit fucked up (at least it was a good laugh).

To make it all better, we got an ice-cream, walked along the beach home to the camp-site, and finished our bottle of vodka (maybe I'm not so old after all - well, mature anyway).
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